Tag Archives: life on a river

Welcome to May. Beltane. The position on the wheel of the year that marks the halfway point between the spring equinox and the summer solstice. A time to frolic like a randy squirrel. Before the festivities begin, let’s take a … Continue reading →

It’s November. Okay, yes, I know. In my last post, I pretended October was, in fact, August. Just call me the Queen of Denial. Thanks to Pam Tillis, I’ve seen the light. Actually, I’ve seen the dark. The turning back … Continue reading →

Is it just me or has this winter felt like its gone on forever? (Those of you in the southern hemisphere can just settle down; I’ll get to you in June. By the way, happy first day of Autumn.) Back … Continue reading →

Imbolc, (EM-bowlk) is a Gaelic term meaning ‘in the belly’. This is the time of year when Mother Earth celebrates life by nudging awake the frozen seeds slumbering within her belly under the barren soil. She whispers softly to them … Continue reading →

The Concord River woke this week to a world of white–a little snow and birds. Actually, a lot of snow and one bird. But they were both white. A swan visited, taking my breath away and giving the ducks something … Continue reading →

Never in a million years! It’s just that, as years go, 2016 wasn’t all that great. Sure, sure, I wrote and published a second book, which is now available on Amazon. (Shameless plug.) However, publishing my two books were pretty … Continue reading →

“Just you and the river, and no one to talk with?” Kenneth Grahame Oh Mole, my sweet Mole, one can never be lonely on a river. There are just so many wonderful creatures with whom to share my time. There … Continue reading →

Imbolc, (EM-bowlk) Gaelic term meaning ‘in the belly’ is the time of year when we celebrate the bringing forth of life from the barren soil. Also referred to as Oimealg (IM-mol’g), ‘meaning ewe’s milk,’ this is also the time of … Continue reading →